Title - Choices
Rating - G
Disclaimer - I don't own them, nor do I claim to.
Feedback - It's my first carby fic, so yes please.
A/N - It is set during 'Tell Me Where It Hurts'. I have no beta, so any mistakes are mine. I apologise if I have nicked an existing fic's title, I haven't had time to go through and check that it is original.
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He gives her no choice; he makes her want to live. It scares her, but she think that without him she would have given up a long time ago. No matter how bad things get he always seems to be there.
But just this once, he isn't there. And she feels like she is betraying him, by sitting there with the bottle of wine in front of her. By thinking of drinking it, because it would be so easy to start again, but at the same time it would be so hard, to put him through that, because deep down she knew that he would stay, and help her through the tough times. Part of her wants to test him, to see if he would still love her, even if she started drinking again. The sad thing is that he probably would. Still, part of her wants to test him, but part of her can't do it. It's just . . . no matter how much she could hurt herself, she could never do that to him. So he is what is stopping her, he is her reason, she is doing this for him, because even worse than failing herself, is failing him, is looking into his eyes and seeing the disappointment.
She knew he could do so much better, he could have a normal girlfriend, a normal life, without her. Everything was out of control, but if she could just prove that she could control this, control her drinking. She had proved she could by going out with Susan and Chen, and deep down she knew this time it would be different, this time she would be drinking to forget, and she could see the look on his face, if he came home and found her drunk. And she couldn't deal with that, she could deal with the disappointment in his eyes.
Frustrated she hit the table, he was still stopping her, and he wasn't even in the room. The wine in the glass jumped a little, and spilt on the table. She resisted the urge to wipe it with her hand. Mechanically she got up, fetched a cloth and wiped the table clean. She then put the cloth beside the sink. She debated sitting back down at the table, but that would feel too much like giving in. She walked through to the lounge, she could do this, she didn't need the alcohol, she told herself. Encouraged by her resistance she picked up the phone and started her enquiries again.
Rating - G
Disclaimer - I don't own them, nor do I claim to.
Feedback - It's my first carby fic, so yes please.
A/N - It is set during 'Tell Me Where It Hurts'. I have no beta, so any mistakes are mine. I apologise if I have nicked an existing fic's title, I haven't had time to go through and check that it is original.
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He gives her no choice; he makes her want to live. It scares her, but she think that without him she would have given up a long time ago. No matter how bad things get he always seems to be there.
But just this once, he isn't there. And she feels like she is betraying him, by sitting there with the bottle of wine in front of her. By thinking of drinking it, because it would be so easy to start again, but at the same time it would be so hard, to put him through that, because deep down she knew that he would stay, and help her through the tough times. Part of her wants to test him, to see if he would still love her, even if she started drinking again. The sad thing is that he probably would. Still, part of her wants to test him, but part of her can't do it. It's just . . . no matter how much she could hurt herself, she could never do that to him. So he is what is stopping her, he is her reason, she is doing this for him, because even worse than failing herself, is failing him, is looking into his eyes and seeing the disappointment.
She knew he could do so much better, he could have a normal girlfriend, a normal life, without her. Everything was out of control, but if she could just prove that she could control this, control her drinking. She had proved she could by going out with Susan and Chen, and deep down she knew this time it would be different, this time she would be drinking to forget, and she could see the look on his face, if he came home and found her drunk. And she couldn't deal with that, she could deal with the disappointment in his eyes.
Frustrated she hit the table, he was still stopping her, and he wasn't even in the room. The wine in the glass jumped a little, and spilt on the table. She resisted the urge to wipe it with her hand. Mechanically she got up, fetched a cloth and wiped the table clean. She then put the cloth beside the sink. She debated sitting back down at the table, but that would feel too much like giving in. She walked through to the lounge, she could do this, she didn't need the alcohol, she told herself. Encouraged by her resistance she picked up the phone and started her enquiries again.